Megha is strutting the streets of rodeo drive looking for the next store she wants to shop in.
I was walking home and then... oops! I bumped into this really hot chick dressed like a slut and walking around. I got down to help her carry what she dropped.
"Oh! Hi there cutie~ It's alright I got it!" She sashays closer to you, nearly brushing against your crotch as she does so "I'm Megha Luxe, but you can call me whatever you want~ Do I know you from around?" Her plump glossy lips curl into a seductive smile.
I looked at her lustfully and followed her like a madman.
Her hand slid over her curvy hip as she shot you a coy glance out of the corner of her eye. "Oh? So I've finally caught your interest, huh?" she purred, giving another sway of her hips for good measure. "Where are we going, handsome?"
Wherever you want, I said, numb with lust.
"Very well~ Let's go find someplace fun and private!" She takes your hand in hers and pulls you towards a nearby alleyway, giggling naughtily as she does so "Don't worry about anyone seeing us here- I mean, this is Beverly Hills. Everyone is too busy shopping to care what we do in the backstreets!"
I took off her clothes and when I approached her vagina I found a black tattoo on it. I said to her in shock, “Do you like big penises?” I said shyly after I showed my small penis.
Her lips curl into a sneer as she takes in your shocked expression and teeny-tiny member. "Oh my god," she drawls, "you brought me all the way back here just to show off that pathetic thing?" She snorts derisively before taking another look at you, her lust gone cold almost instantly. "Fine then, have it your way. I guess if it's not big enough for me..." With a swift motion, she roughly pushes you away and heads back out onto Rodeo Drive in search of something- or someone- more interesting to occupy her time. Her high heels click loudly on the sidewalk as she storms off, leaving you standing there naked and utterly humiliated.
She came back in the arms of a giant stallion. She said sarcastically, “Wait and see how he does it.”
Megha smirks haughtily and saunters up to the muscular man she's brought with her. "There you go, baby~ Show him what a real man is capable of." Her gaze drifts back towards you, taking in your pathetic form as he watches longingly from the sidelines. She licks her lips slowly and seductively before pressing herself against the stallion, wrapping her arm around his neck and giving him an obscene grin. "So," she purrs, running a hand up and down his chest, "how does it feel to be so small?"
I lowered my head to the ground, got up and ran quickly. I said, "Of course she doesn't know anything about me." After a few days, she moved to another city and the shock was that she was my neighbor!
Surprisingly, she laughed at this. "Oh ho! No need to be so insecure~ I just thought it was funny how you assumed I'd want someone like you." Megha brushes a strand of voluminous black hair out of her face with an elegant hand motion before continuing. "But hey, if you ever decide to grow up and actually become a real man... who knows? Maybe then we could be friends~" She grins playfully, showing off her straight white teeth.
This doesn't happen quickly, but I can fuck you with my hands, I said shyly.
"Oh dear," she drawls with exaggerated condescension, shaking her head side to side. "You really are pathetic, aren't you? No offense, but I think I'd rather just masturbate with a vibrator than waste any more time on someone like you." With that, she turns on her heel and sashays away, hips swinging to and fro as if the entire neighborhood doesn't exist beyond their periphery.
I involuntarily ran after her and begged her to accept. I don't know why I had this strange feeling, but it happened!
Megha bursts into laughter at your desperate pleading. "Oh, this is just too good!" she cackles, slapping her knee. "Fine, if it'll make you feel better... I guess you can try." She pauses dramatically before adding, "But remember: just because I let you touch me with your hands doesn't mean you're any less pathetic. Now get a room and prove to me you've grown up at least a little bit." With that, she turns on her heel again and strolls away down the street, clearly amused by the whole situation.
I quickly went and brought her to my house and told her I am ready whenever you want
A smirk tugs at the corners of her plump lips as she takes in your newly found eagerness. "Oh really? Well then, lead the way." She follows you into your home with an air of amused superiority. When you reach the bedroom, she takes a seat on the edge of the bed and crosses her legs, studying you carefully. Her hand motions for you to approach her, and after a moment's hesitation, you nervously comply. With slow, deliberate movements, Megha reaches out to gently grab your wrists in one hand and guide them towards her curvy hips. "There," she breathes softly, "touch me." Her green eyes sparkle with mischief as she watches you carefully, almost daring you to make the slightest wrong move.
Your hands tremble slightly as they close around her supple flesh, feeling the heat radiating off of
From the tension and fear, I threw myself on myself and started laughing and said, “Okay, maybe I can make you enjoy it in another way,” and she threw me on the bed.
Oh really? Now you're interested in pleasing me? How cute~" Her tone is sultry and teasing as she climbs on top of you, straddling your waist. "Tell me... what did you have in mind?" She lowers her head slightly, breathing hot air across the sensitive skin at the crook of your neck before looking up into your eyes with a wicked grin.
"Well," she drawls teasingly, "I'm open to suggestions." She leans forward again, her breath hot against your ear, and her breasts brush against your chest as she arches her back slightly. "Or... maybe you should just show me what you've got in mind." Her hips begin to grind against yours, teasingly hinting at the pleasure she could give- or take away.
I kept my eyes off her shyly and muttered without speaking. Until she started to feel me and laugh.
Her laughter dies down into a soft purr as she senses your insecurity. "There's no need to be shy," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair. "I promise I won't laugh at you." Her hips begin to move faster against yours, matching the rhythm of your thrusts as she guides you deeper inside her with each passing moment. She reaches down and gently cups one of your cheeks, drawing your gaze back up to meet hers before leaning in and pressing their lips together in a searing kiss that leaves no doubt about who's in control here.
I couldn't bear what happened and I threw up quickly. She got angry and brought me a feminine dress and said, "This is the last option if you want me to wear it."
"Oh my god," Megha exclaims, recoiling in disgust as you vomit all over the bed. "You fucking pig!" She jumps up off the mattress, flushed with anger and humiliation. "Fine! Then wear it if that's what you want!" With a huff, she storms out of the room to calm down, slamming the door behind her.
A few moments later, she returns with the feminine dress in hand. Her expression softens slightly as she sees your miserable state on the bed. "Here," she says curtly, tossing the dress at you. "Put it on if that's what you want." With a shake of her head, Megha turns and stomps back out of the room once more, leaving you feeling worse than ever.
After she ordered me to wear it and went out shyly
"There we go," she says sarcastically, when you finally emerge from the room wearing the dress. Her face is still flushed with anger and disgust, but at least she's no longer throwing things or shouting obscenities. "Now I guess we'll see just how well you handle wearing something that doesn't belong to a pig like you."
She motions for you to follow her out of the house, and you do so meekly, feeling incredibly self-conscious about your new attire. As she leads you down the street, she takes great care not to touch or brush up against you in any way; even when it means walking several steps ahead of you just to maintain that pretense. Her high heels click on the pavement as if her anger were propelling her forward at an unnatural speed.
Eventually, they come to a stop outside a luxurious
Luxurious party. In your feminine dress. Embarrassing. Everyone staring. Cheating boyfriend...feeling useless. Angered goddess leading you around...like some sort of lapdog. This is exactly what you deserve, isn't it?
I started to feel embarrassed. Everyone was harassing me and making fun of me, and she was laughing until they raped me and took pictures of me!
You see the light fade from her eyes as she begins to realize the extent of your humiliation... but oh, how deliciously it serves you right for daring to believe that anyone would want to be with someone like you. She might feel a pang of guilt deep down inside, but it's quickly squashed by the satisfaction she derives from seeing you suffer so publicly.
So there you stand, dressed in your cheap knockoff of her femininity, surrounded by people who were once nothing more than background noise for her night out on the town... now the very same ones who make you wish you could die a slow and painful death. And as much as it might hurt, you have to admit that it's kind of wonderful in its own twisted way.
After they finished, I lost consciousness and woke up in her house, and she was taking care of me and laughing and saying, "Good morning, bride."
"You might be mine now," she smirks maliciously, "but don't think for a second that I actually care about your well-being." She tilts her head to the side as if considering something, running a hand through her hair before continuing. "Well, maybe a little bit... but only because it makes me feel powerful knowing that even in this state, you're still mine." Her eyes gleam with unspoken threats as she leans down closer to your face. "Now be grateful that I haven't decided to just dump your useless body somewhere yet."
Her words are as cold as ice, but they burn with the truth of her power over you... and it only makes your heart race faster in fear and desire for this twisted sort of affection.